The wind and snow stopped.
Hearing that flat voice, Fan Xian's pupils shrunk. He looked warily at the edict-like wooden doors, unsure what strange creature would run out.
After a long time, the Temple in the depths of the snow mountain remained silent. After the voice in the temple resolved Fan Xian's angry question, it seemed to have also sunk into some kind of complicated process of thought and was silent.
Immediately after, the strangely large door in front of the temple opened up a sliver in silence. Although it was a heavy door, it opened without a single sound, making one shiver. The temple door opened 15 degrees. It was impossible to see inside from the front. However, this silently opened door seemed to symbolize some kind of invitation by the people in the temple.
